Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Glenn... H.B.?

On today's Life with Lynnie (LwL) entry, I would like to let you know that if my brother Glenn were alive, today would have been his birthday. 

If Glenn was still alive, I would wish him Happy Birthday!  But, there's no reason to, for he is in Heaven with our Lord. 

For this, I am thankful.  And, always will be.  After all, some day I will see him, in Heaven.

As I mentioned on LwL yesterday, grief isn't easy. 

Some people think that grief ends.  Maybe it does for some people, but it doesn't seem to, for me.

My brother Glenn, was younger than me.

When my mom went into labour on the first day after Labour Day (the Tuesday), she called an older cousin of mine, D... to come and take care of my older brother, R (called... B) and I.  That evening, after my cousin, D arrived where we lived, my mom (and dad) went to the hospital.

Our cousin worked, but sent us to school on the Wednesday.

In the school I attended, we weren't allowed to wear anything we wanted to.  We had to wear uniforms.

With my uniform, I was supposed to wear a white blouse.  My cousin told me to wear my blue blouse, since it looked good with my navy uniform.

When I got to school, I was taken into the principle's office.  And, was sent home.

Why?  I wasn't allowed to be dressed the way I was. 

It was both a happy :) and sad :'( .

Sad, because I was rejected.  I was not acceptable, to those at my school.

Happy... because on that Wednesday, September 7th, my brother Glenn was born.

I must admit, I truly loved Glenn.  Both, as a baby, and as an adult brother.

Thinking about love, brought to mind 1 John 4:7, "Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God; and every one that loveth is born of God, and knoweth God."

Yes, love is of God and everyone that loveth is born of God and knoweth God.  Just as I did.

Some people may think I wasn't saved a few years earlier, when I lived in Detroit, Michigan, USA, but it was then, when I came to know and love Jesus.  I was glad that I was able to love, for when Glenn was born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, it was a blessing to me, and to others.

Yes, when Glenn was born, I truly loved him.  And, still do, even though he is no longer alive.

Of course, I truly love Jesus.  And, always will.

Until next time...

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